Prayer (Written Thanksgiving Day, 2026) I could sitin a pew reciting psalmsor standin a kitchen peeling apples;Maybe walkthrough the wet night skyof fallen stars thatdance across the pathby where the buckeyesopen their husks, offeringtheir heart to the elements,the Earth, their maker. It is all praise, all thanksgiving,for the gift, the blessing,the knowing,of being alive,with you…
Autumn in Words and Photo: From the Journal
7:13 AM Good morning from the end of the hall. Tea cooling on the sill out of habit, even though the window is closed, save a small fraction. Cat curled in my lap and set to ‘purr cycle,’ It feels like fall, within and without. The house is a wee bit cooler; Iong sleeves feel…
The Wow, the Pause, the Intake of Breath: From the journal…
24 Sept, 2026 10:21 AM. Reviewing the outline for this afternoon and allowing myself a think, here in GlitterBean. The flat white is lovely, as is the weather outside today. The weather inside is…ruminative? Pleasantly misty/foggy with the promise of a surprise discovery or meaningful ‘stumble upon’ of one sort or another. I do love…
Sink Lunch: A Poem
Sink Lunch When I was youngthese were the best lunches…they meant something drippy, maybemessy, handheld, you might need the stoolthat has stood for generations. Today, it was a perfectly jammyhardboiled egg while looking outover raised beds of imagined meals, making soup in my mind withthe zucchini roasting behind me,white beans, and broth. On the stool, leaning…
Never Boring: A Poem
Never Boring Snaked a drain;plunged a shower;wore galoshes inside;had a cashier call me honey;wrote a script;filmed a short;overheard a discussion of ice cream flavours;cleaned a cat box;made an omelette;scheduled events;composed emails;happened upon bagpipeshaving a go at large scale blooming;and prayed while walking;prayed a line at a time, two words a footfall—until home once morewithin these…
The Blessing of Green: A Poem
The Blessing of Green To receive the anointingof green upon my senses,I had to disturb the bees-and apologize-while also gently movinga yawning bean leafwhose tendril had entangled itselfwith the basil cloths pinnedto their own sturdy line-tea towels, face cloths, and rags; Basket in hand, I took up an offeringone leaf at a time, each a…
Let it be about Love
I went to a funeral yesterday—not because I knew the person well—I had only met her once, actually, at a program she attended at the Centre. I went to accompany someone else and to be a visible presence of the Society when it seemed like that would be a good thing to do. I later…
From the journal
12 July, Cathedral of All Saints, 9:29 AM Thank you for the incense of earlier this morning. Whatever it is that is newly a-bloom this day is exquisite when carried in on a gentle cool bath of a breeze. Light and citrus-floral. There was a moment of simply drawing it in…or drawing it inward—not containing,…
Of Late
I was sitting at the Farmer’s Market this past Saturday and someone said “Do people regularly stop and ask you stuff when you’re out and about? Directions, stuff like that?” “Um…Yes.” “I’m not surprised…” and off they walked. Sunday liturgy at the house where I live has stopped for the summer—a great opportunity to branch…
Acts of Love
Ada Limón came with me on retreat today. I read several of her pieces from the collection Startlement this morning while parked in an Adirondack chair outside an as yet closed Block Shop Books in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. While steeping in her verse, a handful of tourists who came by learned of the store’s hours…
